“I usually last a lot longer,” he says as I debate sleeping on the floor, but my body carries me right into the bed. I climb in next to him and flick off the light. Our legs brush, but I pull away and stare at the ceiling. I need to gather myself. I bet he’ll regret this in the morning. I bet he’ll never ask for something like this again.
Men like Caleb use men like me for experimentation. Whatever that was, it’s a one-off.
I can’t let myself think it’s more than it is.
“You don’t believe me?” he says.
I sigh heavily, turning on my side and closing my eyes. “I believe you, Caleb.”
He wiggles next to me. “I’m very good at sex.”
I fiddle with the sheets and bite my bottom lip. I’ll never know.
“Go to sleep, Caleb.”
“Whatever,” he murmurs, and then I hear him sleep restlessly through the night.
Me, however…I don’t sleep at all.
Around two in the morning, Caleb shifts on top of me. He’s half sprawled over me, warm and heavy, and I’m too stunned to move.
My hands aren’t, though. They crawl up his shirt, touching his warm, bare skin.
He feels like heaven and sin.
Like mine.
Suddenly, gunshots ring out. They rattle the window in our room. My fingers curl into Caleb, my heart thumping wildly. He seems unbothered by the sound, although it does wake him up.
“What’s that?” I ask as he nuzzles his face into my neck, inhaling deeply. I can feel his hard cock against my hip.
It’s torture.
But we also may die.
Someone is outside shooting a gun.
“That’s the sound of freedom, babe,” he mutters.
My fingers pinch his side. “I’m serious.Whatis that, Caleb?”
“Probably Sem unloading out there,” he replies and then rolls his hips forward, dragging his cock against me.
I shudder beneath him.
What the fuck is he doing?
“Why would he do that in the middle of the night? Is he insane?” I manage to ask, trying to distract him. And me.
I’m not sure it’s working.
“Because he can, and I told you. This is like a whole other world for someone like you. Have you ever even heard a gunshot in your entire life?”
I haven’t, but I have heard other things just as terrifying. Not that I tell him this.
“It’s a good thing your family lives out in the middle of nowhere,” I say as he shifts against me. My arms tighten around him, and he nuzzles in deeper.
“Heh. And you wonder why I moved out,” he replies, and then his teeth graze my neck.
